His mind empty and serene, Zheng Xiu did not hesitate. He cleared his thoughts and lay down on the lake's mirror-smooth surface.
After lying down, Zheng Xiu closed his eyes.
The placid lake began to boil. Bubbles swelled, rose, and burst into nothingness.
From within the bursting bubbles, the inky black water writhed. Like countless tentacles, it wrapped around Zheng Xiu and pulled him beneath the surface.
In the blink of an eye, Zheng Xiu sank completely, and the boiling black lake once again grew calm.
Zheng Xiu felt himself drifting, just like the sensation of Divine Travel—no physical form, only his Spirit.
It was a state of pure existence where only his "Spirit" remained.
The scene before him shifted. Image after image flashed before his eyes. Zheng Xiu felt as though he remembered them, but the moment his mind snapped back to awareness, he couldn't recall a thing.
"POP~"
Zheng Xiu felt as if he had passed through a thin membrane, arriving in another place entirely.
